The box and I would witness our planet falling apart. As I worked to open it in a way you'd call art. These ages turn dark, I've only left scars. For secrets locked in this odd keepsake. This strange brawl turns into war I chose my side, we both crawled. Ideals began to fade out. I fought without a doubt. Moanings were scattered from dawn to dusk then. Children were uttering prayers. Forsaken souls were not enslaved. These stories are now only engravings in caves. For this strange brawl turned into a war. Me and the box as two sides of it. ideals faded out. I fought without a doubt I longed to open it. Me and the box began to crave for an ending to these tears. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRbv0KOuDSc]So we strolled right out into space.[/url] Held aloft by "light" We met again in still darkness Not with rage or bloodlust, but with Love a-shivering fine As a star lost in space We strolled into a new time, With Quivering lives and dreams We Displayed a few big tasks for new empires We were both Longing for new senses So we took new forms Amid the sound Amid the sound But Lost forever doomed Those Cold faces drowning in our old world. All amidst was silent for so long Until I was once again Howling for that keepsake And it's knowing light I Strolled right out of time Breaking all it's tape lines Meaning for all it's secrets It was Meant to be a silent tight But I was now Breaking it's form with a single Mortal arm Mortal arm